• A Little Cloud, by James Joyce

    A Little Cloud, by James Joyce

    Joyce, James

    I know, I know, I’m late for Bloomsday, and at this point, I thought you’d have forgotten.

    My friends, why haven’t you forgotten?

    I mean, you surely know that the world is breaking the sound barrier with how fast it seems to be going where this cozy handbasket might be taking it, wherever it is handbaskets go.

A Little Cloud, by James Joyce

A Little Cloud, by James Joyce

by Joyce, James

I know, I know, I’m late for Bloomsday, and at this point, I thought you’d have forgotten.

My friends, why haven’t you forgotten?

I mean, you surely know that the world is breaking the sound barrier with how fast it seems to be going where this cozy handbasket might be taking it, wherever it is handbaskets go.

The Housekeeper

The Housekeeper

by Bishop, Elizabeth

Hello and would you just look at the calendar and where has the time gone? I would make excuses for the lapse in months or tell you what I’ve been up to, but that would be projecting, and if you want to know these things, I’m sure you’ll just ask. In any event, the theme of tonight’s story hits awfully… Read more →

Houses (Guest narrator: Patrick Scott)

by Pantoja, Mark

When Patrick Scott has been known to bail me out of a slump in the past, he’s done so with his passel of Old Reliables: Raymond Carver. Flannery O’Connor. Russell Banks. The indisputably great, in other words. So when this time, he sent this recording of a piece by a speculative fiction writer I’d never heard of, my thoughts closed… Read more →